842 Princess of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race

"I'm stronger than you, so my words are the law." Yin Xuanji said. "First, you must give me the Shenwan Fruit. Second, hand over the treasures you dug out of the sea of lava. When you finish these, I'll tell you the third rule."

Zhang Ruochen toyed with the dragon horn in his hands. "There's a third one?"

This time, a woman's voice replied to Zhang Ruochen. "You are the Descendant of Time and Space. You must be able to cross the spatial extreme barrier of the Corpse River. If you bring us back to Kunlun's Field, we'll let you go."

Zhang Ruochen could hear her voice but couldn't see her. He could only feel a gust of eerie wind blow over the sea of lava.

Eyes darting to the side, he shook his arm powerfully. The dragon horn immediately burst forth like an arrow, almost at the speed of sound.

A boom sounded around 400 feet away from Zhang Ruochen. A chariot built from white bone appeared out of thin air. The sharp dragon horn had passed through the chariot, breaking it apart so that various shattered bones dropped to the ground.

A woman with a black veil flew out of the white bone chariot. She looked miserable. Her long robe was torn, revealing a huge hole.

This was the princess of the Ghost Cultivation Tribe, Feng Yinchan. She was also Yin Xuanji's fiancée.

Feng Yinchan held an ash-gray ghost flag. It fluttered to the ground as she glared at Zhang Ruochen angrily. "Zhang Ruochen, how dare you attack me?"

Whoosh!

The dragon horn circled in the air and flew back, landing in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

Holding the horn, Zhang Ruochen said calmly, "I don't like talking to someone who hides themselves. As for your rules, I agree with them. However, since the strong determine the rules, then shouldn't we fight before deciding who's stronger?"

"What, you won't admit it?" Powerful saintly might burst from Yin Xuanji. "Don't get cocky just because we were tied in the last fight. To be honest, the strongest force of the Ancient Necromancer Race is the battle corpses. We aren't personally so powerful. But in a true fight, you're still far from my level."

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the three battle corpses beside Yin Xuanji and said calmly, "How will we know the end if we don't try?"

Yin Xuanji was covered in white cloth, but one could still see his lips curl up into a derisive sneer.

"Since you refuse to give in, I will make you submit with my absolute power."

Yin Xuanji seemed extraordinarily powerful. He took a bell from his waist and shook it lightly.

A battle corpse with three heads and six arms roared instantly. It spat out a gust of Corpse Qi. Its legs bent and jumped down from the dragon corpse, landing before Zhang Ruochen with a thud.

This was a super-battle corpse built from three Half-Saint battle corpses. Each of the six arms held a Hundred-pattern Saint Weapon: a sword, ax, bead, print, Buddhist pagoda, and tripod.

Each saint weapon had an ancient aura. Their insides were carved with many inscriptions. The saintly power that radiated from them cracked the hard rock on the ground. The cracks snaked into the distance.

This heir of the Ancient Necromancer Race might have really broken into a Supreme Saint's grave, Zhang Ruochen thought. Otherwise, he couldn't have gotten so many saint weapons for a battle corpse.

The bell rang again.

The three-headed six-armed battle corpse hit forward with one arm. Drawing a trail of Sword Qi that was like a huge wall, it split the ground in half. Sword Qi continued rushing forward toward Zhang Ruochen.

The power from this mere strike was stronger than a typical third level Half-Saint.

However, this powerful Sword Qi began dissipating as soon as it got to Zhang Ruochen. Finally, it disappeared completely. It didn't even get through Zhang Ruochen's Body-Protecting Holy Kang.

"How can this be?" Yin Xuanji was shocked. Even he couldn't dissolve a third level Half-Saint's full-power strike so easily.

Feng Yinchan, princess of the Ghost Cultivation Race, stood in the distance, so she could see more clearly. "That Sword Qi was dissolved by the space domain," she supplied. "You can only defeat him by breaking past the space domain."

Yin Xuanji huffed coldly. He shook his bell even more strongly.

The three-headed six-armed battle corpse popped and cracked. Its body expanded more than five times, becoming as large as a small mountain. Its six arms reached out at once as if wanting to rip the sky apart.

As all the Corpse Qi in it surged, the six saint weapons shone blindingly. They were like six suns with blazing Qi as they flew toward Zhang Ruochen at once.

Zhang Ruochen reached out both arms, manipulating the spatial cracks above the sea of lava. Seven or eight cracks hit the battle corpse at once.

Scritch!

The battle corpse was instantly split into dozens of parts. Then it was sucked into a spatial crack and turned into a cloud of bloody mist.

The six saint weapons lost control, allowing Zhang Ruochen to take them easily. After the Abyss Ancient Sword absorbed the six weapons, 100 more inscriptions appeared within it. It was another step closer to becoming a Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon.

The god's corpse had been taken away by the Death Zen Sect elder, but this space hadn't recovered completely. There were still many spatial cracks and vortices that hovered in the air.

This was a very dangerous place for other Monks. But to Zhang Ruochen, he had a great advantage while fighting people here. Even those much stronger than him would be defeated.

After losing a powerful battle corpse and six saint weapons, even Yin Xuanji was furious. The value he'd lost was equal to the entire treasury of a rich Half-Saint clan.

"Zhang Ruochen, you've angered me."

Gritting his teeth, Yin Xuanji's muscles tensed. The Corpse Qi on him thickened, forming a cloud above his head. But because his Qi was too powerful, it pushed the limits of the space around him, cracking it.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at Feng Yinchan. "Want to fight together?"

"Zhang Ruochen, you are the most arrogant man I've ever seen. You really think that you're invincible because you can manipulate the power of space?"

Evidently, Feng Yinchan was also furious. She waved the ghost flag in her hands.

Whoosh!

A gust of Ghost Qi flew out of the flag. Every strand of Ghost Qi that landed solidified into an armored ghost soldier. Eight thousand ghost soldiers in total gathered and lined up before her. They had a powerful presence.

Amongst them, eight ghost soldiers solidified their bodies and were extremely powerful. They were eight Wuchang generals.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

The strongest aspect of the Ancient Necromancer Race and Ghost Cultivation Race was that they could control large numbers of battle corpses and ghost soldiers.

A single Necromancer or Ghost Cultivation Half-Saint could make up for dozens of Half-Saints.

Author's note: thank you, everyone, for the support and understanding.